Villematic(Explicit) - J. Cole

Villematic (Explicit) - J. Cole
Lyrics by：Jermaine Cole
Composed by：Jermaine Cole
Produced by：Bink
Yeah hey
To the college kids no scholarships starting your semester
Unpacking your suitcases filling up your dresser
Enjoy it while you got it after that it's God bless ya
Life is your professor know that ***** is gon' test ya
I got some **** I'd like to get off my chest
I spill out my soul I spit out my stress
And can I spit out my stress?
It's the feeling in the air
You bout to drop a real classic
He said "Cole a lil' birdy told me on the low you got a Illmatic"
Nobody touching Nas nigga it's more like Villematic
Uh these Fayettenam tales be paying off well
What story is my audio theater gon' tell
I know my debut will ship but is it gon' sell?
I guess it's in God's hands
I make the type of pieces that make Jesus say "God damn"
That's for your non-believers I'm the truth only time'll teach ya
And **** the haters probably never love they mamas neither
Old bitter-a*s sit around in middle class homes
With computers on hatin' on the newest song
While you was browsin' I was takin' out them student loans
Tryna do this **** better than the niggas we grew up on
Name a ******* song I ain't threw up on
Talk is cheap it's like y'all grew up in a Jewish home
Hah pardon the stereotype
But y'all giving me mixed feelings like I married a white woman
One minute I'm overrated next minute I'm the savior
You hate it before you played it I already forgave ya
For ************ and that nigga Cole spitting that real
Wrote this line on a plane got flown straight from the Ville
To Miami where the same time last year
I was broker than you I just wanna make that clear
'Cause now I'm dealing with money I've never seen before
And R